Monday, October 02, 2006
New Beginning 133
For some time now, John Burrows had been living a fairly normal life. He had rather come to enjoy the idea. Other people went on adventures and had strange, exciting things happen to them, but not John Burrows. If John Burrows wanted adventure, he could read about it in a book or watch it in a movie. And really, he thought, he was perfectly fine with that. Adventures weren't exactly his cup of tea.
Which meant, of course, that John Burrows, like it or not, would soon be having an adventure.
But enough with the foreshadowing. In order to realize just how truly fantastic things were about to become, it is important to see just how truly mundane things were before.
John Burrows was middle class, middle aged, and of average appearance. The only thing that had really changed since his childhood was this: he had not always been middle aged. In fact only a few years ago he had been not middle-aged, but almost middle-aged. Before that he might have been called young, but that was probably assuming too much, and John Burrows was too careful a person to assume anything like that.
But enough with the backstory. In order to realize just how average things had been, it is important to see how truly exciting things were about to become.
What John Burrows, our middle-class, middle-aged man did not know that morning, was that his compelling chronicle was about to commence.
But enough with the alliteration.
Opening: mrd.....Continuation: Judy Gregerson/McKoala